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I guess there’s only one way to find out.
And hedidsay try.
It’s like a test drive. I don’t have to buy the car and bring it home.
This will be fine.
When I meet his gaze again, he’s already looking at me, his lips tipped into a lazy, lopsided smile.
“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours?”
I scoff. “Believe me, you don’t want to know.”
He shrugs. “What’ll it be, baby?”
Why does every feminist bone leave my body when he calls me that? I refuse to get used to it.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yep. We’lltrydating. I just want to state for the record—you asked for this.”
“I would’ve begged,” he cajoles, and I roll my eyes.
His hands drop to my ankles. “Will you stay the night?”
“I can’t?—”
“Who knows when we’ll get the chance again,” he argues gently. “I just want to hold you.”
He might actually be better at getting what he wants than I am. He’s very hard to say no to.
I abandon my protective posture and crawl into his lap, because we’re dating now. It’s allowed. Expected, even.
His eyes widen for a second before they darken with heat.
“Okay, but I’m not a cuddler,” I warn.
“No cuddling, then.”
Before he can negotiate any more terms, I kiss him.
“There. Now it’s sealed with a kiss.”
THIRTY-THREE
Not a cuddler,my ass.
I wake up like I do most mornings: on my stomach. What I’ve never had is Mia sprawled across my back, clinging to me like a human backpack.
Her cheek rests between my shoulder blades, her warm breath fanning across my skin. One arm wraps around me, her hand spread over my chest, while her leg drapes across my hips.
I glance over my shoulder because I need a mental picture of this moment. Her dark brown hair spills across my back and neck. Her eyelids twitch. Her lips are slightly parted.
My cock twitches, and I can’t stop the press of my hips into the mattress.
Bang.
